venting....
Dear Jeremy
You are hopelessness incarnate, a parading peacock that has no feathers, no legs and only half a beak. If everything in this world has some purpose, some grand plan behind its existence, then yours surely is to show everything else, whether it be a slops bucket in a fried chicken stand, or the gunk behind the fridge, how fortunate it is not to be you. Have you ever wondered why you have no friends, only people who do their pathetic best to avoid you?
YOUR ANNOYED ROOMATE
MISSY
You are hopelessness incarnate, a parading peacock that has no feathers, no legs and only half a beak. If everything in this world has some purpose, some grand plan behind its existence, then yours surely is to show everything else, whether it be a slops bucket in a fried chicken stand, or the gunk behind the fridge, how fortunate it is not to be you. Have you ever wondered why you have no friends, only people who do their pathetic best to avoid you?
YOUR ANNOYED ROOMATE
MISSY